Keep me alive.

Let me feel the touch of something else but paper.

I wanna feel human again. I wanna quit feeling so lifeless, so empty. I wanna feel human again. I wanna feel the warm emotions I used to be capable of feeling. Let me be held, let me hold someone, someone human, someone real. Let me hold and touch something other than paper. Let me be full again, let me feel alive...

But, please don't let the days to pass...

I think I'm hungry.

'Cause my tummy feels empty...

Kellie Pickler - Best Days Of Your Life

'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind,
From the day we met to you making me cry.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your life.

Ain't it a shame,
A shame that every time you hear my name
Brought up in a casual conversation
You can't think straight?
Ain't it sad you can't forget about what we had?
Take a look at her, and do you like what you see
or do you wish it was me?

'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind,
From the day we met to the very last night.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your life.

Does she know, know about the times you used to hold me,
Wrap me in your arms,
And how you told me I'd be the only one?
Heard about (yeah, someone told me)
Once when you were out she went a little crazy,
Ran her mouth about me.
Ain't jealousy funny?

'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind,
From the day we met to the very last night.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your

Life with me was a fairy tale love.
I was head-over-heels 'til you threw away us.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your life.

I heard you're gonna get married,
Have a nice little family,
Live out my dreams with someone new.
But I've been told that a cheater is always a cheater,
And I've got my pride
And she's got you.

'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind,
From the day we met to you making me cry.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your life.

Of your life.
Yeah
You're gonna think of me.
You're gonna think of me.
Of your life.
Of your life.
It's a shame.
It's a shame.

But I ate a whole curry puff just now...

Overwhelming emotions.

Baby, you shoud have called me...

I know I should be studying, burying my head into my books. 30 [or is it 29?] days more and yet I waste my time away... But I can't help it. I can't concentrate. I'll like to blame it on the heat and all, but I keep feeling like everything's slipping away. God knows why. I just wanna feel your arms around me for a bit.

Can't believe that I'm a fool again...

It has to be the weather.

I just want to close my eyes, just want to fall asleep...

The weather is always like that at this time of the year. Unusually cold, and windy... Sometime last year, I still had this silly navy blue, oversized Adidas windbreaker that kept me warm on colder nights. Had this burnt patch on the fabric of the right (or was it left?) shoulder and funny old strings hanging to the ground. Nevertheless, kept me really warm...

'Cause I miss you, babe...

Goosebumps.

Do you get them?

Those little bumpy tingly lumps on the surface of your skin. I get goosebumps when I really need to shit, but I already shitted today. I get them when someone tells me a sad story, but the only sounds I hear are my music and the rain. So, maybe I'm getting them because it's too darn cold and the rain outside is making me feel upset...

Or maybe it's the fear that I may lose you, today? Who knows?

Give me a 5th of June.

I've been awake since 8:47am but still am lying here.

Someone, hug me from the back and pull me close, whisper to me that I've gotta get up. Or kiss me on my lips and startle me awake, and whisper that I've gotta get up. Play with my hair and hold me warm, whispering to me that I've gotta get up... Or lift me up above your shoulders in, (what was that called?), ahh yes - a fireman's carry?

Anything at all...

Before you know it.

So gradual but yet too darn fast...

If I go back to where the rocks are painted "28" in yellow and where the sun never seems to fade, where the waves crash in a perfect rhythm, and the wind runs through my hair, will the numbers now be different, will it storm from day to day? Will the waves crash too high and drown me, will the wind blow me away?

Too afraid to move an inch, too afraid to run.